The Delaware ledger. (Newark, Del.) 1879-19??, 1887-05-07

all efforts on his heart. If the mel
low gaze that wreathed her face at
times conveyed to his mind the
looks Of reciprocal affection its re-
Taxation into Il moody, apathctic
stare dispelled the felicitous thought.
Still, his manner and conversation
appeared to please and entertain her
and at times she grew eloquent in
her responses.
One moonlight evening, when the
stars studded the vaultcd heaven
with unwonted brilliancy and brac-
ing breezes stole softly through the
trees and flowers, bringing with
them the invigorating influence of a
balmy evening in May, Harlow un-
bosomed his heart to her. He told
her in impassiohed but guarded
tones of his alteration how life
without her would be II dismal
blank how he had watched her
night after night, and felt happy to
know that he was close to the time
when he could tell her all. She lis
tened demurely, with down cast
eyes, but uttered not a word. That
she did not demonstrate with him
reconcilcd him to the belief that the
affection was mutual At last she
spoke, and her melodious voice
thrilled him with delight
She told him she dearly loved
him-loved him for his kindness to
her that ever since she first saw
him his image was indissolubly min
gled with her day dreams; every
moment in his prcsidence seemed
an hour of happiness to her.
These endearing words threw off
the restraint he had sustained, and
in the ardency of his fondness he
drew her to his side and repeatedly
kissed the pale uptumed lips.
Cora, you will be my wife" lie
said, looking down upon her with
unspeakable JOY, as if the answer he
sought was already his.
She drew herself gently from his
embrace, and the gaze in her lovely
eyes appeared to pass over him to
space beyond. She spoke as if in a
dream.
"That can never be-" she uttered
at the same time throwing her arms
about him and sobbing bitterly, as
ifin deep anguish.
TO be refused by woman who
had Just avowcd herself in love seem
ed a strange anomoly to him. A
hundred conjcctures filled his brain
at that moment. Was her heart pre-.
occupied Was there a man on
earth who adored Cora Lane more
than he did Why could She not
be.his wife
Don't ask me why, John. 1t
will be better for us if we see each
other no more. Forgive me if
make you unhappy, but it can never
be; to be your wife would only
bring sorrow and distress to our
home"
Her cnigmatical words puzzled
him. Cora, dearest, | will forgive
everything. We will start life anew
blot the past from your sight ; only
say you will be mine
She strovc to answer, but the pro-
found anguish in herbosom Knocked
all efforts to scorn. The look of
melancholy sadness that overspread
her entire features told Harlow that
his love was hopeless.
In few days longing desire to
see his love again reasscrtcd itself.
He tore himself from his scclusion
and went to her house.
When hc entered, to his bewildcr-
ed CONSERVATION he learned she had
left the city.
A note was handed him by the
lady Of the house, which she gave
him at Coras request. He tremb-
lingly tore it open the envelope.
The note read as follows
"ln three years. Cora
At the end of three years his life
was just as void Of happiness as the
day when Cora told him it could
never he.
He resolved at last to once again
visit the west and if possible, learn
her whereabouts
When he arrived ut San Francisco
he called at the house where he seen
her last she had never been heard
from, and as far as the good lady
could cnlghten him, she might be
dead. Mrs. Wentworth and her
daughter told the same dcspairing
story-she had almost dropped from
their memory.
The one great object of life now
was to find her and learn from her
own lips thcmeaning ofthosc words